Light

Sitting at a red light, I indifferently glanced around. To my right was nothing exceptional. To my left was beauty.

The late afternoon sunlight poured beneath the freeway overpass, bathing everything below in golden-orange. Particles of dust – or were they insects? – flitted aimlessly in the air, each one a tiny, brilliant piece of light. I felt silence; peace; stillness. Suddenly, the mundane, industrial, typically dirty setting transformed into one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.